in the night in the rain through the windows on the train in the air when i breathe in the silence when i sleep in my body on my skin in the cool October wind it’s a miracle every moment is a promise an ocean in the darkness through the sweat in my eye through the whistle of my bike through the dirt through the leaves through the dead rat in the street off my shoulder off my shins in my softest breath on my jaw in the fog in the night in the rain through the windows on the train in the air when i breathe in the silence when i sleep in my body on my skin in the cool October wind it’s a miracle every moment is a promise an ocean in the darkness through the sweat in my eye through the whistle of my bike through the dirt through the leaves through the dead rat in the street off my shoulder off my shins in my softest breath on my jaw in the fog in the night in the rain through the windows on the train in the air when i breathe in the silence when i sleep in my body on my skin in the cool October wind it’s a miracle every moment is a promise an ocean in the darkness through the sweat in my eye through the whistle of my bike through the dirt through the leaves through the dead rat in the street off my shoulder off my shins in my softest breath on my jaw in the fog in the night in the rain through the windows on the train in the air when i breathe in the silence when i sleep in my body on my skin in the cool October wind it’s a miracle every moment is a promise an ocean in the darkness through the sweat in my eye through the whistle of my bike through the dirt through the leaves through the dead rat in the street off my shoulder off my shins in my softest breath on my jaw in the fog in the night in the rain through the windows on the train in the air when i breathe in the silence when i sleep in my body on my skin in the cool October wind it’s a miracle every moment is a promise an ocean in the darkness through the sweat in my eye through the whistle of my bike through the dirt through the leaves through the dead rat in the street off my shoulder off my shins in my softest breath on my jaw in the fog in the night in the rain through the windows on the train in the air when i breathe in the silence when i sleep in my body on my skin in the cool October wind it’s a miracle every moment is a promise an ocean in the darkness through the sweat in my eye through the whistle of my bike through the dirt through the leaves through the dead rat in the street off my shoulder off my shins in my softest breath on my jaw in the fog